When you like someone, you like them in spite of their faults. When you love someone, you love them with their faults. - Hermann Hesse

I want to learn from myself, want to be my student, want to get to know myself, the secret of Siddhartha.

The world had caught him; pleasure, covetousness, idleness, and finally also that vice he had always despised and scorned as the most foolish—acquisitiveness. Property, possessions and riches had also finally trapped him. They were no longer a game and a toy. They had become a chain and a burden.

No permanence is ours; we are a wave
That flows to fit whatever form it finds